The helicopter slowly took off, with its back to the rising sun, passing over the rolling hills, and the sight suddenly became clear.
In the distance, there is a large open manor, hidden in the woods.
At this moment, Ye Lan slowly opened his eyes.
Ming Xuewen, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but light up when he saw him waking up.
Ye Lan struggled slightly, but did not break free from the restraints on his body.
"Who are you?"
"Introduce yourself, Ming Xuewen, who will also be your next nightmare."
Ming Xuewen leaned back on his chair and smiled playfully.
"Where are you taking me?" Ye Lan asked in a deep voice.
In fact, he had never been unconscious. Instead, he used the Blood Hibernation Technique to force himself into a deep sleep.
Although this won't help, it will prevent you from losing control.
But the sedatives that were originally ineffective against him actually worked when he fell into a deep sleep, forcibly suppressing the boiling murderous thoughts in his body.
But the pure Yang energy is still boiling and must be released as soon as possible.
Ming Xuewen thought that he was unable to resist, and he seemed extremely relaxed.
"Crouching Tiger Villa."
"Boy, no one in Mianbei has ever been able to walk out alive after offending our Ming family!"
"If you know the truth, you might be able to suffer less. If you don't know the truth..."
Having said this, he leaned forward slightly and showed a cruel smile.
"Then I'll show you what hell is."
Ye Lan was calm and silent for a moment, then asked in a deep voice: "Is it okay to admit my mistake and then abandon my cultivation?"
The corners of Ming Xuewen's mouth raised slightly, "What do you think?"
As he spoke, the helicopter slowly landed on the ground.
Two gunmen came forward.
Ming Xuewen said coldly: "Boy, just answer whatever I ask you later. Say one more word and I will make your life worse than death."
Ye Lan raised his head calmly, "Are you here?"
The two gunmen who were about to carry him couldn't help but smile when they heard this, "Of course, it's the end of your life."
Ye Lan disagreed, looked at Ming Xuewen, and said calmly: "One more thing, everyone in the Ming family will commit suicide to apologize."
The incomprehensible words made Ming Xuewen startled.
But the next second, he reacted.
Those restraints that were as strong as steel wires were like plastic, and they were broken apart by Ye Lan.
A big hand grabbed his neck like lightning.
The calm tone was like the biting cold wind, making people shiver.
"You misunderstood. The conditions I mentioned were to give you the Ming family a chance."
"Also, thank you for taking me back to your lair."
Ming Xuewen's eyes widened and he wanted to say something, but there was a pain in his neck.
The next second, he saw blood spurting out.
"What did I do?"
One last thought flashed through my mind.
Unfortunately, he has completely lost the chance to regret it.
The two gunmen didn't even react and let the blood pour on them.
"Who are the people inside?"
Ye Lan pointed to the manor hidden in the woods and asked the tall gunman on the left.
But the gunman was already stunned, his lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.
"boom"
The whole head exploded directly.
The gunman on the right suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Seeing Ye Lan's gaze, he stepped back and spoke quickly.
"It's the Ming family. The old man has his birthday tomorrow. The Ming family are all back."
Ye Lan pondered and said: "Are they all from the Ming family?"
The gunman nodded quickly, "Yes! All of them!"
"Thanks."
Saying that, Ye Lan stepped forward and crushed his chest with one foot.
The helicopter's propeller had not yet stopped, and all sounds were muffled.
The pilot was trembling all over now and wanted to escape, but he didn't dare to move.
Ye Lan turned his head and smiled coldly at him.
"Go and refuel, I'll need it later."
The pilot nodded dully.
A person as powerful as Ming Xuewen was dead, but he, a little pilot, couldn't escape the palm of his hand.
Seeing Ye Lan pick up Ming Xuewen's head, the pilot immediately opened the door and ran to the fuel pipe.
...
Inside Crouching Tiger Villa.
The old man of the Ming family sat on the imperial chair and spoke calmly to his children and grandchildren.
"What did the Ming family rely on to gain a foothold in Mianbei and become one of the four major families?"
The children and grandchildren pretended to listen, but they all remained silent.
The old man smiled and said, "I know, you think that you are cultivators, relying on your cultivation and force to gain a foothold in Mianbei."
"But you are wrong. Being able to gain a foothold here depends on a cruel heart."
"The gold belt of murderers and arsonists, the repair of bridges and roads, but no corpses. Back then, I relied on the stolen skills to lead the Ming family to practice."
"Later on, we started a pig business, and that's why you have the good life you have now."
Speaking of this, his expression gradually became serious.
"However, there are still people who dare to attack the Ming family. This is something I cannot tolerate under any circumstances."
The powerful momentum shocked all the children and grandchildren.
Mr. Ming leaned back and continued to speak.
"When I started the pig business, some pigs tried to escape. Then I caught them and buried them alive under the banana tree in front of everyone else."
"From then on, no one dared to escape from my Ming family's campus, no one."
"And now, tens of thousands of people are running away. What does this mean?"
His tone gradually became stern, and his eyes swept over the children and grandchildren.
"It shows that you are not cruel enough."
As he spoke, he pointed to a middle-aged man with a beer belly kneeling at the front.
"Sure, how many of your parks have been run this month?"
The middle-aged man stood up quickly and said, "Grandpa, I have captured them all, and I will beat the leaders to death in front of other pigs."
Mr. Ming's expression changed and he said coldly: "Not enough."
The middle-aged man with a beer belly looked stunned and lowered his head, feeling at a loss.
Mr. Ming twisted his neck and said word by word: "Death is the most ineffective method. We must make them live worse than death. We must make other pigs feel fear and establish their authority. Only then will they be afraid of our Ming family." .”
His expression gradually turned cold.
"Xuewen has brought back the evil beast that destroyed the Ming family's industry this time. Today, I will personally take action to show you what it means to establish authority."
At this point, he turned around and glanced at the side door, wondering: "Why haven't you come in yet?"
The next moment his pupils shrank suddenly.
Outside the side door, there was a figure covered in blood standing at some point, and he was holding a dead head in his hand.
That is...
Ming Xuewen's bloody head.
"Well said, I have learned a lesson."
Ye Lan grinned and threw the head out of his hand.
In an instant, everyone's expressions changed.
"Brother!"
"Abba!"
Two figures rushed forward, and the next moment they turned into two headless corpses in mid-air.
Mr. Ming, who was sitting upright, could no longer sit still. He stood up and was immediately pushed back by Ye Lan.
As a sharp pain came, his right arm was twisted into a twist.
The children and grandchildren of the Ming family were all shocked. They could clearly see the broken bones that pierced the skin.
"ah..."
A wailing cry came from Mr. Ming's mouth, and the others immediately reacted and ran out as hard as they could.
